User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Sharpe's Highwaybeasts/@comment-32303-20121020193956/@comment-25220117-20121024200322

Ortega gives a thin smile "No need t' flippin' apologize, ol' gel. Your not th' only impatient one about-Who knows? Verazir could be dead as dirt before wintertide"

Sharpe soon returns, peering warily at the foreboding tunnel up ahead "Onward we go, buckoes...." He began walking down the tunnel, the only light being his torch's fire flickering among the shadows